Meet God
Yes, you read that correctly. One of my patients was God. Or rather, he thought he was God. Also known as Jacob.
I’ll never forget evaluating Jacob. When I first began speaking with him and performing my routine evaluation of movement, balance, strength, mobility, etc. I wondered why he had been placed at a psychiatric facility.
He eyed the saint medals I wore on a chain around my neck. “You’re Catholic then?” he asked.
“I am,” I smiled.
He studied my face critically. “Good. I think you and I are going to get along,” he replied mysteriously.
Then we were interrupted by one of the managers with some routine paperwork.
“If you could just sign these, Jacob,” she said pleasantly.
Without a word, Jacob took the pen and promptly signed each line.
“Alright that’s great,” said the manager, “I’ll just file these away - wait a minute.”
She was staring down at the pages.
“Ok, sir, we’re going to need to get some new copies. I need your other name on these.”
Jacob had signed “God” on all of his paperwork.
But to Jacob it was already official. God had just checked in.
**All names changed to protect patient identities.